I've grown so accustomed to your presence
that I feel it before I see you
I know the curve of your uplifted lips,
the liquid warmth of your eyes,
and the strands of your hair that always fall in your eyes,
that I'm greeted by once I gaze at you.
My dependency on you grows with the passing days
and that terrifies me
because I know what will become of us.
I've felt the burning sting of lonliness,
but the flames never set my heart on fire,
they only charred it.
The burn marks remind me of that pain,
every time I let you in
I fear you turning your back on me
and walking away with the parts of myself, I've given you.
I yearn for someone who will stay
so that they might set my world on fire.
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Pondering
PoetryI write because emotion spills out of me. This is a collection of my poems and other writing. "My words are tiny pieces of me, each one specially woven just for you. And I will give, and give, and give, and give, until I am nothing and I become your...
